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Post by Fiona James Gilbert on Nov 23, 2012 2:13:28 GMT -5
Fiona was currently being taken to St. Mungos where she was going to see a Healer by the name of Andrew Somerfield who could possibly help find a cure for her, something Fee was doubtful of, if there was a cure her ancestors would have found it by now and she would be happily married to Sean. Neither of which was true. But she didn't voice her opinion as she and her guards walked up the marble steps of St. Mungos. Causing Fee to wonder, like she sometimes did, if they ever grew tired of having to watch her, surely they had more important things to do and Fee was just an inconvenience.
One of the guards held the door open for her causing Fee to smile and mumble her thanks before walking through the threshold. Fiona looked around the sterile room with a frown, she hadn't been in St. Mungos since her fiance died. Shaking off the eerie feeling Fiona walked towards the receptionist with a smile before signing herself in. Fiona looked around the room as she sat in between guard one and two, she never really caught their names, something that both bothered her and relieved her.
Then her name was called moments later and Fiona followed the Trainee who was a bit too chipper for Fiona's taste, mostly because she seemed to be wearing a forced smile that made it look as though she was in pain.
Fiona walked into the room with her guards and grabbed a magazine while she waited, it was the newest edition to her favorite magazine.
Sorry about this post its about 230 here and im really really tired. Happy Birthday!
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Post by andrew on Nov 25, 2012 20:45:24 GMT -5
Andrew didn't need to see anyone today. In fact it wasn't often now he did unless it was something extremely bad or someone asked for him personally. Something had grabbed his attention that was now taking up most of his free time. He had been contacted by the Ministry about a woman named Fiona with an extraordinary curse. Of course, no-one else, especially not her, would called it extraordinary. He however was fascinated by it. He had looked up everything he could and there was nothing of the sort. Of course it was done by a very powerful wizard so he knew that it would take a lot to take off.
He was meeting the girl for the first time today and he was rather excited. It wasn't very often at all that a case anything like this came up. In fact it was next to never. There were strange and rare cases but this, this was the next level. A curse to cause her to be held captive in the Ministry? He wondered if she had a room or not. Surely she didn't just live in a cell since she technically hadn't done anything wrong. Yes people had died but it wasn't her fault. He was in his office, reading over books when the knock on his door signified her arrival.
He grabbed his clip board and quill and walked out. He went to the room, away from any patients and walked in to find a beautiful woman sitting between two aurors. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there. He wasn't about to do this with the men in the room though. "Alright, she's here. You two can go and wait out in the waiting room." He stated. One stood and started telling Andrew he couldn't but Andrew just gave him a bored look. "If anything were to go wrong, I could tell with it a lot better than either of you. In fact you'd just be in the way, so please. Off you go." He said in a patronizing tone. He smirked as they walked out glaring.
He then turned to Fiona and gave her a smile, one reserved for patients that was almost too nice. It was evidently not real and everyone knew it. "My name's Andrew Somerfield and you're Fiona Gilbert. I must say Fiona, you have quite an amazing curse there." He said, trying to just get over the pleasantry's. He was sometimes surprised he did this job because he was not nice to people. "Can you tell me in detail about your curse, I want to hear it from you." He asked, sitting on the bed, getting comfortable and ready to write things down.
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Post by Fiona James Gilbert on Nov 26, 2012 1:23:31 GMT -5
Fiona looked up when she heard an arrogant voice talking to the Auror's she was both shocked and annoyed with his tone, he could of at least said a hello. She looked up, expecting to see a 50 something miserable old man in robes that wouldn't match the fashion era they were in, but instead was greeted by a handsome thirty something who was dressed alright, Fiona kicked herself for thinking like that, but his attitude made her a little uncomfortable and to be honest she didn't really want to be left alone with him. She wasn't an aggressive person, her curse made it next to impossible for her to be that way, and this man was definitively aggressive, she didn't know how to act. Plus, the fact that he said he would probably be more equip to deal with her curse made her doubtful of him as a healer, he clearly didn't understand the magnitude of what she could do, and she doubted he would be able to do much, but she didn't argue.
Fiona looked at the Auror's apologetically as she stood up to follow Healer Somerfield to the room. She kept pace with him and glanced in his direction. 'You didn't have to be so rude you know,' she said calling him out on what he did only moments before, she couldn't let him get away with what he just did, it was down right uncalled for and rude. Weren't Healers suppose to be nice to their patients? You know treat patients how you would want to be treated if you were in their position? Clearly that didn't apply to him. Sure, Fiona was shocked that she even said anything, but at the same time she was happy and had zero regrets about it. 'You could have at least said a hello and you know, come up with something that all three of you could agree upon. Like they could have waited outside the door. Just like it's your job to heal people, it's their job to protect everyone from me. You wouldn't want someone telling you to go away because they could do your job so much better, would you?' Fiona said and winced at the rudeness in her tone, she was being a hypocrite. 'Sorry, I was being a hypocrite,' Fiona said a moment later after her words sunk in. She didn't mean it of course, just like he didn't mean it when he smiled at her.
When they walked into the room and the door closed behind them she winced when he called her curse amazing. 'Sorry Healer Somerfield, I'm going to have to disagree with you, if it was in fact amazing, which it's not, it wouldn't be called a curse, now would it?' She said her question a rhetorical one. Fiona then sat on the chair, her purse set on the ground as she starred at him not wanting to tell him about her curse, wouldn't he have that information on file or something?
'Wouldn't you have that on file Healer Somerfield?' Fiona asked as she began to chew on her lip but because he asked her for the information she felt obligated to tell it, even if she doubted that he'd be able to cure her. 'But if you want to hear it, fine.' Fiona said and took a deep breath trying to put her feelings aside as she told the story of her families past and the curse. ' It was created around the time that my great great great grandfather Leroy Avery, Grindelwald's second in command, turned his back on Grindelwald and married Abella Davis, a half-blood, a woman who was against everything Grindelwald stood for. Purity, power, etc. So naturally he felt betrayed and created the curse I have now. We think he was inspired by Arianna Dumbledore, who lost control of her magic the night he and Dumbledore had their famous battle, the one she died in. Whenever I feel a powerful emotion, such as fear, unbearable pain, horrible seeing red anger, or sadness that is too much to bare I will explode with magic causing anyone I love or care immensely about to die. The magic will come out of me like an explosion, and I can never control it, I've killed three people because of it, which is why I'm here, because they say you might be able to help me,' Fiona said her voice doubtful.
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